the kill - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Don't trip and fall in your LB heels (Yeah, yeah)

Bullets make it rain like a windowsill (Uh-huh)

Bulle—bullets to your face she go in for the kill (Uh, uh)

Bite the bullet like the taste she go in for the kill

Yeah, In for the kill, she go in for the kill

Bite the bullet like the taste she go in for the kill (Yeah, yeah)

In for the kill, she go in for the kill (Ah, ah)

Bite the bullet like the taste she go in for the kill (Y-y-y-y-yeah)

Yeah, but she grew up in Barking, walking around with that Dolce Gabbana

Dolce Gabban—, in that Dolce Gabbana

She into no drama (She ain't into no—)

Yeah, but she grew up in Barking, walking around with a Dolce Gabbana